The Mansion’s Curse | True Horror Stories

True Horror Stories | A mysterious book found in an old mansion leads H. into a dangerous pact with the djinn Haris. Discover his harrowing fight against darkness to save the town and his soul.

Hello, my name is H., and I want to tell you about a terrifying event that happened to me years ago.

I live in a small town, in an old Ottoman mansion. This mansion was inherited from my ancestors many years ago. With its high ceilings, spacious rooms, and courtyard, it truly smelled of history. The mansion’s walls were adorned with elegant examples of Ottoman craftsmanship; the doors opened and closed with a grandeur unchanged for centuries. Every corner of the mansion bore the traces of the past. However, the secrets harbored within this mansion began to reveal themselves when night fell. Uncovering these secrets was a harbinger of what was to come.

While living in the mansion I had occupied for years, I started noticing some oddities. Footsteps heard at night, whispers coming from the walls, and shadows I sometimes caught out of the corner of my eye indicated that this mansion was no ordinary place, and it frightened me considerably. However, initially, I didn’t pay much attention to these peculiarities and continued with my life; until one evening I decided to explore the basement.

That evening, I decided to go down to the mansion’s basement, which hadn’t been used for years. I wanted to see the mysterious rooms and old items everyone talked about. I took a flashlight and slowly started descending the creaky stairs. With each step, the old wooden stairs groaned as if warning me. In the dark corners of the basement, traces of the past were everywhere: dusty shelves with old books, the reflection of a broken mirror in a corner, and a moldy chest… The atmosphere was quite frightening and unsettling.

When I opened the moldy chest in the basement, an old, yellowed book emerged. It was handwritten and in Arabic. Although my Arabic wasn’t very good, I could understand it was about spells and djinns. The cover read “Al-Kitab al-Azif.” With a little research, I learned that this book was about summoning and controlling djinns. A voice inside me told me to drop the book immediately, but alas, my curiosity prevailed.

I started reading the book that very night. Each page was filled with dark secrets I had never known before. A ritual described in the book caught my attention; it promised to summon a djinn. With foolish courage, I decided to try the ritual. I suppose I was looking for some excitement in my boring life, and frankly, I didn’t take such matters very seriously. At midnight, I shut myself in my room and made the necessary preparations. I drew a circle as described in the book, lit candles, and carefully recited the prayers written in the book. As I reached the end of the prayers, I felt a coldness in the room. The candle flames began to flicker, and the atmosphere grew heavy.

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared in the middle of the room. This entity, seemingly made of shadows, was watching me. “My name is Haris,” it said in a raspy voice. I started trembling with fear but didn’t know what to do. Haris claimed to be a powerful being in the djinn world and wanted to make a deal with me. He promised to grant me great powers if I made a pact with him. Despite my fear, not knowing what refusing this offer would mean, and succumbing to my curiosity, I accepted. Believe me, I don’t know what psychological state I was in at that moment. It was as if I couldn’t control my thoughts, as if he had entered my mind.

Haris gave me some tasks. At first, these tasks were simple and harmless, but over time, they became dangerous and dark. Under Haris’s influence, I started harming innocent people. I felt my soul darkening a little more each day. Although I wanted to escape this situation, Haris’s power seemed to control my body, my soul, my mind.

One night, I set out to perform the latest task Haris had given me. I had to find the oldest woman in town, Aunt Ayşe, and harm her. Aunt Ayşe was one of the town’s wise figures, and many people sought her help on almost any matter. As I approached her house, I felt a deep unease within me. I knocked on her door, and when the old woman appeared, I tried to approach her as Haris had commanded. However, Aunt Ayşe looked into my eyes and seemed to realize something was wrong. “I see a djinn is involved with you, my son,” she said calmly. “I can help you turn back from this dark path,” she added. The wisdom and compassion in her eyes lit a spark of hope within me.

I entered Aunt Ayşe’s house and told her everything; my pact with Haris, the evil deeds I had committed, and the helplessness I felt. I hoped for help from her. Aunt Ayşe opened an old book and showed me the way to get rid of djinns. “You must summon Haris tonight,” she said. “Confront him and tell him you want to break the pact,” she added. The idea terrified me quite a bit, but I seemed to have no other choice.

With Aunt Ayşe’s help, I made the necessary preparations and summoned Haris again at midnight. This time, Haris appeared angrier and more threatening. “How dare you summon me again?” he roared. Overcoming my fear, I told him I wanted to break the pact. Haris laughed, “Do you think you can leave me so easily?” he said. However, as I started reciting the prayers Aunt Ayşe had taught me, I saw Haris’s power weaken. He was genuinely disturbed by the prayers. When I finished my prayers, Haris screamed and disappeared. From that moment on, I felt the weight lift off me.

I thanked Aunt Ayşe and returned home. However, Haris’s influence hadn’t completely vanished. Sometimes I felt his presence in the shadows, heard his whispers in my dreams. I could still catch glimpses of his shadows in my house out of the corner of my eye, and I was still very scared. But I had to learn to live with this dark entity following me. I had brought this trouble upon myself. Every night, I prayed, trying to stay away from the world of djinns, but I could never know if Haris would come back again.

After that day, I became more careful and cautious in the mansion. I burned the books from the basement and swore never to pursue these dark secrets again. What I experienced made me realize that djinns and magic were real. I understood that once you step into this frightening and dangerous world, there is no turning back. I still try to stay away from the influence of these dark entities by praying and protecting myself every night, and I still never know if Haris will return one day.

As time went by, loneliness enveloped me more in the mansion. Although I thought I was free from Haris’s influence, I could still feel his presence among the shadows. The prayers Aunt Ayşe taught me protected me for a while, but I knew these prayers had their limits. I performed my prayers every night before bed, but I still heard Haris’s whispers in my dreams. He called to me in my dreams, opening the doors to a dark world. I would wake up in fear and start praying again.

I decided never to go down to the mansion’s basement again. I had already burned the books there and locked the door tightly. I even had a special lock made for that door. However, even this decision couldn’t protect me from Haris’s shadows. I tried to live a normal life during the day, and at night, I tried to protect myself with prayers.

One day, a new family moved to town. They settled into an old house next to the mansion. I went to meet them, and we quickly became good friends. However, one night, I saw Ahmet from this family knocking on my door. He looked at me in fear and asked for help. “Strange things are happening in our house,” he said. “We hear strange noises all night and see shadows,” he said. Knowing the situation, I immediately rushed to help. I taught them the prayers Aunt Ayşe had taught me, and we started praying together. However, this situation showed that Haris’s influence was not limited to me. The family had fallen under the influence of Haris’s dark power. I did my best to help them, but this situation was also weakening my strength.

With some information I learned from the book, I prepared a new ritual. With this ritual, I aimed to destroy Haris forever. I had completely set my mind to it now. At midnight, I opened the basement door again. With materials I found among the old chests, I made the necessary preparations for the ritual. In fear, I recited my prayers and summoned Haris. This time, Haris appeared angrier and more powerful. “Do you think you can destroy me forever?” he roared. But I gathered all my courage and continued reciting my prayers. Haris’s power was weakening, the shadows were disappearing. As I reached the end of the ritual, Haris screamed and vanished. The weight on me lifted completely. My town, the mansion, and my new neighbors felt safe. But still, just like the previous times, I could never be sure if Haris was truly gone. I couldn’t know if he would ever come back.

After Haris’s disappearance, the townspeople also began to notice changes. The people in the town seemed to find peace, as if the dark clouds above them had dispersed. However, this peace gave way to an uneasy anticipation. No one could fully believe that Haris was truly gone. We had experienced terrible events. The children in the town continued to have nightmares. Adults spoke of waking up at midnight and seeing shadows around them. This situation greatly worried the town’s inhabitants.

Aunt Ayşe and I worked day and night to help the townspeople. Aunt Ayşe started organizing public prayers and rituals in the town square. These rituals were necessary to maintain the town’s spiritual peace. Aunt Ayşe’s wisdom and compassion kept the townspeople’s morale high. However, the fear that Haris might return one day was always within us. That fear never left any of us.

While things were settling down in the town, one night I found a mysterious letter left at my mansion door. The letter was from an old friend, at least that’s what it said, but today I know very well that this letter did not come from that friend. My friend was someone I hadn’t seen in a long time and lived outside the town. In the letter, he wrote that he too was struggling with similar dark entities. The letter also stated that Haris had not been destroyed, only temporarily repelled. This was absurd because, as I said, this friend lived outside the town, and I hadn’t mentioned Haris to him. This letter rekindled the fear within me. The letter from my supposed friend said Haris would return and take over the town again. This new threat put the townspeople in fresh danger.

Upon the advice of another friend, I learned about a ritual outside the town that could destroy Haris completely. My friend wrote that this ritual was very dangerous and challenging, but I had no other choice. Aunt Ayşe and I began preparations for this ritual. We needed to perform it in an old temple outside the town. The temple was a few kilometers away from the town, hidden deep in the forest, a rather mysterious and frightening place. The moment we got closer, we could easily feel its presence.

Aunt Ayşe and I set out for the temple. As we advanced deeper into the forest, the night darkness enveloped us. The temple’s location was known to very few and visited by even fewer. The path inside the forest was old and stony. We felt lost in the depths of the forest. When we arrived at the temple, we saw an old, ruined door. The temple walls were worn by time and covered with moss. However, this temple possessed the power to destroy Haris forever.

Aunt Ayşe and I began the necessary preparations inside the temple. We carefully applied the prayers and rituals we learned from the old books. At midnight, we began the ritual. As we recited our prayers, I felt a coldness inside the temple. I felt Haris’s presence. I recognized this presence now and knew what I felt when I sensed it. “Do you think you can destroy me?” he roared. His voice was even louder and stronger this time. Haris appeared inside the temple as a being full of rage. Shadows spread to every corner of the temple. But we gathered all our courage and continued reciting our prayers. Haris’s power weakened, the shadows disappeared. Through the effect of our prayer, Haris’s power was completely destroyed. The temple was completely cleansed of those dark shadows. As we reached the end of the ritual, we heard a deep, yet resonant scream. Haris screamed and vanished. The weight on me lifted completely.

When Aunt Ayşe and I exited the temple, the silence of the forest greeted us. With Haris’s disappearance, the townspeople also found peace. The restoration of the town’s former peace gave us hope for a new beginning. However, we could never be sure that Haris wouldn’t return. Fighting these dark entities had become a part of our lives.

While trying to find peace in my mansion, I no longer heard Haris’s shadows and whispers. But I was so affected by the events that I kept remembering, never able to forget. Haris’s shadows haunted me even in my dreams. I share this story hoping others will not make the same mistake. Finding a way out of the darkness was a long and arduous process for me. But eventually, I managed to completely break free from Haris’s influence. Now I continue to live peacefully in my mansion. However, I can never forget these dark secrets, and I warn you not to make the same mistake.

One day, an unexpected guest knocked on my door. The visitor was a woman who claimed to be a distant relative. Her name was Elif, and she said she wanted to make a new start in town. I allowed her to stay in my mansion. At first, everything was normal, but with Elif’s presence, strange events began again in the mansion. At midnight, I started hearing whispers coming from Elif’s room. When I opened her door a crack, I noticed Elif muttering something related to the book. When I approached and asked what she was doing, Elif’s eyes darkened, and she said to me, “Haris has returned.”

These words sparked fear within me. I decided to be more careful to understand if Elif had a connection with Haris. I took every opportunity to uncover Elif’s secret. In my conversations with her, I tried to understand the events she experienced before coming to town and why she was here. After a while, Elif confessed the truth to me: Haris’s spirit wouldn’t leave her alone, and she came here to find a way to resist him. What Elif told me showed that Haris couldn’t really be destroyed and had somehow returned. I decided to fight against Haris again, together with her.

We headed back to town to get help from Aunt Ayşe. Aunt Ayşe wasn’t surprised to hear that Haris might have returned. I told her about Elif’s experiences and Haris’s reappearance. Aunt Ayşe said we needed to prepare a new and more powerful ritual. This time, stronger prayers and preparations were required to destroy Haris completely.

We prepared for another ritual in the mansion. Elif, Aunt Ayşe, and I began reciting the necessary prayers to summon Haris. However, this time Haris appeared much stronger. It was like a storm had broken out inside the mansion; the walls shook, the lights flickered. Haris appeared in the middle of the mansion as an enraged entity. “Do you think you can destroy me forever?” he roared. But we gathered all our courage and continued reciting our prayers. Haris’s power weakened, the shadows disappeared. Elif’s presence and prayers further weakened Haris’s power. At the end of the ritual, Haris screamed again and vanished.

From that moment on, the weight on us lifted completely. However, we couldn’t know if Haris was truly gone. Elif continued to stay in my mansion, and we started having more peaceful days together. Aunt Ayşe continued to help the townspeople, and we supported her. As time went by, we started experiencing more peaceful days inside the mansion and in the town. However, the cautiousness within us carried the fear that Haris could return.

Aunt Ayşe’s wisdom and compassion kept the townspeople’s morale high. Elif continued to stay in my mansion, and together we began to rediscover many things. The prayers we read at night protected us from Haris’s influence, but feeling his shadows even in our dreams reminded us that this struggle could be endless.

The townspeople started a new life after Haris’s disappearance. The new generation grew up unaware of Haris’s existence, but we taught them to stay away from these dark entities. Aunt Ayşe continued to organize prayers and rituals in the town square. Elif and I started teaching these prayers to the townspeople and guiding them. We could never be sure that Haris wouldn’t return, but we were ready to fight him.

One night, one of the town’s youths came to my mansion asking for help. He said strange events were happening in his house and he was seeing shadows. This situation indicated that Haris’s influence persisted. Elif, Aunt Ayşe, and I went to the young man’s house together. We blessed the house by reciting our prayers and distanced it from Haris’s influence. This event reminded us that perhaps Haris was not completely gone and the struggle against dark entities continued.

We understood that once you step into this frightening and dangerous world, there is no turning back. Now, we try to stay away from the influence of these dark entities by praying every night and supporting each other. However, we never know if Haris will return one day.

After Haris’s disappearance, the townspeople found peace again. However, this peace gave way to an uneasy anticipation. No one could fully believe that Haris was truly gone. As for us, we continued to sleep reciting our prayers every night. The dark clouds over the town had dispersed, and people had begun to live with hope again. Aunt Ayşe and I continued to help the townspeople, but the fear that Haris might return one day was always within us.